With horror, I understood Tareq was doing what he had always done to me. The facts as well as my reality and experience, were all twisted and misrepresented. I wondered, would he succeed with this strategy in the court?I was silent and gazed at the judge on his high bench, a dignified older gentleman with grey hair, wearing a long black robe. Does he have any idea what life is like in a Jordanian village? Has he seen how little girls are treated there? Does he care? I thought.